The minute he came out from the ride, he got a few gasps from the people. Not all looked shocked as they bowed to him; they must have recognized him through his ride, as it is one of fine taste that only one of great wealth could afford... and that was undoubtedly the king. Ditun, however, did not spare them a glance; his gaze traveled all through the crowd in search of Verina and Dalia, panic rising in his throat like bile. Where the hell were they?
He cursed, raking through his hair as he walked from stall to stall. Not even the guard who had accompanied them was in sight.
Ditun tried to calm his racing heart. No, he wouldn't let his mind dwell on the fact that something must have happened to them. Perhaps they had gone deeper into the street in search of something.
However, no matter how he tried to shove off the thought that they could be in danger, it didn't stop coming.
